The Dotard GentlemanA Poem by Carrie Manor
I can see, fine,
the wind is mocking me!
Why! She makes me think it’s spiring!
With those warm, wisps of kisses.
Then, hence comes her husband,
he slaps me!
Makes me the paramour.
whilst rain or snow?
They have fun
making lively jokes of I being cross!
How can, a sorrow old man,
make himself incensed by his only friends?
If you may see,
comes the child following behind me.
see the leaves,
swirling together about the wind?
Those are my children,
midst their merry making.
See my pet?
The innocent lark,
hopping side the pave.
Alas! I haven’t a crumb to feed you.
This feeble, old gentleman.
Has only the mother sun,
a father moon.
Then there are all those things listed above.
When it hails,
all fine men, children, women run.
I laugh, you see.
I imagine youngsters throwing stones upon me.
It is indeed,
well to have all this good company!
© 2011 Carrie Manor
Added on April 4, 2011
Last Updated on April 4, 2011
AboutBonjour! My name is Carrie Manor. Believe it or not but I’m eighteen years old. I’m not to particular fond of computers or the internet, but I enjoy this opportunity to share my writing a.. more..